The Sunshine Observer: SO… V:63

Practical Life

We worked on a bunch of maintenance today, antifreeze in the van, vacuuming the crevasses under the hood, garage cleaning, weeding, slug abatement, mulching… All glamorous work.

Not so practical, I fell into a vat of lazy for a few days. Brining away, occasionally coming up for snacks. I blame it on the weather. I pulled myself together this morning because I had to pick something up at 10am. Otherwise I might still be brining.  It’s a slippery slope, sitting on the couch too early in the day can snowball into a black hole of unconsciousness and lead weighted inertia. I’m better now. And what a beautiful day to celebrate being able to move!

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The attached video is a chat from last year with Russell Brand and Brene Brown, I Love these 2. Skip the first 5 minutes. They talk about politics, spirituality and power. Brene asks the question, can any system that is divorced from spirituality work, if the systems are design for people who are inherently spiritual beings? Stating, politics is a transactional economy, devoid of spirituality.

Onto our 5-minute meditation. The Moon is now Crescent.

Meditation prep

As the moon continues to wax, it illuminates more of what is, including those clinging thoughts of dis-ease. Stuck like burs, imagine something stickier rolling through and taking them away… or use a flame thrower, rake, hammer… Perhaps ask why we hang on to them?
If surrendering or a truce feels better do that. Sometimes just acknowledgment, releases us from its grip.

Meditation

Our shadow is part of us. It will take all our attention given the chance.
Bring on more light.
The brighter our light, the less shadow there is.

Poem

beauty in stillness
dark and light

The Sunshine Observer: SO… V:62

Practical life

I just came in from an outdoor fire, the neighbors joined at an appropriate distance. We drank wine and whiskey and I’m feeling it. It feels good to step into another realm and let everything go, not sure why alcohol does this, but am not complaining. I think its therapeutic to imbibe on occasion.

Earlier today we went to the Rainy Day Flora nursery for the first time. A lovely spot, we brought home more living things to care for. We came home and planted. I had to pause and enjoy the bees collecting pollen from the Cranesbill Geranium.

Yesterday we went to an estate sale. It was good to get out of the house and drive around our beautiful Island. Estate sales are fascinating and sobering. Laid out are the things of a person’s life. Sometimes it’s the leftovers, after their loved ones have taken what they want. I usually come home and look at what I can get rid of. I hope when I die, my kids take 5 things each (unless truly practical) and then hire an estate person to deal with the rest. I don’t want my memories to become their burden…

Onto our 5-minute meditation. The Waxing Moon increasing in light moving toward Crescent.

Meditation

What will we take on our journey? What will we leave behind and release?
We bring our fire, passion, power & wisdom.
We bring all that comes from Love.
Gently thank all we are leaving behind, remembering where we came from with gratitude.

Poem

The moon whispers
Kisses the treetops
As we say good night to the day

New Moon

The Sunshine Observer: SO… V:61

Happy New Moon! It’s a good time to set intentions for the coming month or start something new, even if it’s a perspective shift.

I used to think that success was climbing the corporate ladder, or having a PHD, or 50 patents.  In other words, I used to think success was measured externally, defined by culture and the approval of others. I bought it hook line and sinker. My need to belong, to be admired, by a system not of my design led to cognitive dissonance and ultimately depression. I am grateful for my depression because it forced me to go deep into introspection and what wellbeing truly needs.

Onto our 5-minute meditation. The New Moon has moved into Gemini.

Meditation

We’re on a Hero’s journey, starting something new. Let’s sit in recognition that we are not simple, and that we benefit when we start from Love. With the dark we feel and hear deeply. Listen.

New Moon

The Look of Love

Practical Life

Tom and I went to Bubba Burger, its their opening day for the season and they did not disappoint. We sat in the car while we ate the deliciousness and listened to this Nina Simone remix. We stopped at the country store for tomato cages and quail food before heading home. I thought about cleaning the house but it’s the last day of this lunar cycle and I got caught up in in thoughts of the nothingness of being, cycles and renewal.

BodyMindSpirit

The Look of Love

I have long had a burning desire, an angst, to get to the center of the meaning of life, existence, consciousness. The psychological, philosophical and spiritual meaning. The knowing of it.

It’s impossible to think about the knowingness and not think about God or Love. I struggle with the word God because of its ties to religion and abuse of power. Religious wars in the name of God as one example, control of society to serve its power as another.

It’s more comfortable when I separate God from religion. There are as many ideas of what God is as there are people who have lived. They are usually spiritually based. Religion on the other hand is culture. It might start out as a spiritual endeavor although once labeled a religion it’s a cultural system, an institution.

Institutions often have a long death, riddled with exclusivity, strangled by structure, clipping growth. Our own consciousness can experience this too if we don’t actively stretch ourselves. Looking to understand different perspectives is growth. Or even allowing opposite ideas is growth.

Everything has a lifecycle. Birth, life, death, compost, birth… Destruction is necessary for growth.

When looking to know, “Don’t mistake the finger pointing at the moon, for the moon”.  Matching our values, beliefs and actions brings the look of Love.

Onto our 5-minute meditation. The Waning Balsamic Moon moves toward darkness.

Meditation

There are rich experiences both in both shadow and light. It’s all about actively balancing our existence in the world. Stay aware of the shadow but focus on the light.

Poem

The Sun and I are partners gliding across the Sky at different rates.
Tonight we set at the same time.
Gracefully, we set together.

The Look of Love

Double Cup on Repeat

The Sunshine Observer: SO… V59

Practical Life

Today I worked on the wetland path and was met by mosquitos the size of cruise ships. Tom leant me his anti-mosquito hoodie and I zipped myself up to my eyes. I dug more sod, ugh, then planted 13 verbena bonariensis seedlings to add to the existing ones that were gorgeous last year.  After playing gardener, I went to the pharmacy and ran into Raja the tortoise at the strip mall.

Moving on…

Yesterdays post had me thinking about the fringes of culture and its influence on the mainstream. The following is from a post from 2013…

October 23, 2013

Double Cup

Last night my husband was playing DJ Rashad’s Double Cup album. It reminded me that if we want to stay relevant, whether it’s in business or society, we should stretch outside our comfort zones now and again.
 
Music is a language of culture. It represents the sentiments of the time and place it was created. Music that comes from the edges of our ethos is foretelling of changes to come in the mainstream.
 
My husband invited me to dance to one of the songs. Double Cup is in the footwork genre, which to me sounds like a combo of techno, hip-hop and ghetto house music. Its contrasting groove sucked me right in. My husband, being the font of all knowledge, also had search results open on Tumblr for “double cup”. It showed mixed media, most included styrofoam cups, sprite, and codeine cough syrup. Not being familiar with the term I looked it up.

While Rashad’s Double Cup will rub many people the wrong way it is a provocative and good listen. It has strong language that is lewd and disrespectful. It’s about things I abhor although am drawn to. It’s right, and not right.

Cultural context gives us the difference between polite and offensive speech. And not being from the Double Cup culture (if there is such a thing) I’m unclear if any offense is suggested. It does however beg questions and brings the movie The Gods Must be Crazy to mind. Where the story follows a coke bottle that falls from an airplane into a culture secluded from the larger world; it brings joy, chaos and violence.

I’m not saying Double Cup will have the same effect on the mainstream. Or that we’re going to be drinking dirty sprite at our local cocktail lounge. Yet getting high continues to be a theme in modern western society. Escapism is mainstream and we continue to be creative about how we do it. Beyond new ways to get high, the point is that ideas morph and spread. Wandering to the edges to see what’s up often shows us innovative ways to meet a culture’s needs.

Will this help keep us relevant? If we don’t jump over the fence now and again we’ll never know.

Back to 2020.

DJ Rashad died from an overdose 6 months later. So many talented people pushing the edges flame out too soon, but not before leaving a lasting mark. We saw him at the Crocodile a few months before his death. The set felt like we were with him in his backyard. He was casual, holding a fifth of something while chatting with people on stage, moving back and forth from his equipment. His music isn’t for everyone, but I connected to its edge. The dichotomy of giving a shit and not about life held me. His creativity is reflected in so much music that followed, especially the discordant parts. And look at how discordant society is today. We are moving toward systems that dehumanize humans because those in power understand how to weaponize fear. The God’s must be crazy.

On that cheery note…

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Onto our 5-minute meditation. The Waning Balsamic Moon moves toward darkness.

Meditation

There is nothing to do
release expectations
accept what is
sit, listen, feel, breathe
just be

Double Cup on Repeat

Repition

The Sunshine Observer: SO… V58

Practical Life

All the days are blurring together. Repetition equals blurring.

I planted a few tomatoes indoors and then decided to stagger planting them outside. The ones planted 3 weeks ago are basically the same size as when I planted them. They had been nibbled on by the executioner which likely stunted its growth as well as being exposed to the weather too early. As another experiment, today I planted some in the ground and others in large pots outside to see the further differences in growth. Stay tuned.

Moving on

During my mediation this morning, 3 themes kept popping in, Consciousness, DNA, and the Media.

Starting with the media. A huge part of the media’s role is to keep us engaged. And that happens through emotional connection, good and bad. Very often we see things we can’t believe or are so much on the edge, we’re drawn to keep looking. Good or Bad.

I love synchronicities, I looked at Facebook for a minute before starting to blog and found todays memory of Pinky and his protégé. Here, I am the media, pushing the boundaries of acceptable behavior. It’s one thing for an adult to dressed as a questionable character, but another to indoctrinate a child. What other strange or inappropriate behaviors might be happening in this household? The mind wanders. For the protégé, not having a history with debauchery, they think they’re being a funny looking old man for Halloween, just like mom. But the picture might suggest more. Anyway, mainstream media continues to take things from the fringes to keep us engaged. In a sense my exploration of Pinky was to keep me engaged, how far could I go and be tolerated or accepted?

Consciousness: own it. We have 2 options, Love and Fear. Stop wasting time thinking any person, place or condition is in control of what you think or do… So easy to say, so difficult to employ.

DNA, we know so little about it. Scratching the surface with physical stuff for medical purposes, and only because it pays to. Perhaps every experience and thought we have is stored in our DNA, and we pass it along to the next generation with the physical traits.

Onto our 5-minute meditation. The Waning Balsamic Moon moves toward darkness.

Meditation

The Universe is within us. Feel the power and the glory of our connection to spirit. As we speak from our hearts, we open our minds to the power of the collective love that is the Universe. Today we touch the Universe.
Hear it sing.

Poem

Back to a sliver
an opening to the Universe
climb in
rest and sing
I am here for you

Repition

Poppies

The Sunshine Observer: SO… V57

Practical Life

Each morning first thing, I raise the shade and look out into the vegetable garden. Today I saw Peter Rabbit. Channeling Mr. McGregor and a Scottish accent, I chase him out. They’d come in under the gate, I need to fix that.

Things hurt again as I weeded 100 pounds of California poppies out of the garden. One of us thought it was a good idea to plant them because they are so pretty, which they are. And they’re also weeds spreading like wildfire choking out everything else. Guess which one of us likes them best?

Sundays are always fun because we do a family zoom, at first it was just my sibs, then the nieces and nephews started showing up. Each week it’s a different crew. We’re thankful for the technology.

Attached is a work video from 2000. At the time, video conferencing was just for business purposes. Consumer broad band wasn’t prevalent yet. It features Ruby teleconferencing with Grandma (an actress). Back then, a lot of people didn’t think consumers would be interested in being seen in their bathrobes. I disagreed; people are about connection. Also, the resolution is 240 x 320, which pushed the limits of the software we were using to prototype. We’ve come a long way in 20 years.

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Onto our 5-minute meditation. Waning Moon is Balsamic.

Preamble

We are intrepid travelers, chased by shadows. Release any ideas of ideals that keep us in the past.

Meditation

Look at the bounty we bring forward.
In all things great and small we see the beauty of the divine expression.
Gratitude, always.

Poem

We rest in
gratitude
for our bounty.

Poppies

Pinky’s Vision

The Sunshine Observer: SO… V56

Practical Life

It’s a rainy day on the lane. Its good to not have to water. I went to the Saturday market for supplies, each week more vegies are available. I love this time of year. I ran into a woman carrying an adorable 8-month-old Wallaby; although walked away wondering why?

Pinky Series

In 2012, Pinky came out again, this time honestly it was because I was depressed and looking for anything that would bring joy. I also thought about how looks are deceiving and what if a character who looked like Pinky could do PSA’s about helping humanity through kindness. Jordan was always up for goofiness, so a mentorship program was born. It was to be a humorous approach but didn’t hit the bar. Attached are Pinky’s Vision and the first of the mentor videos. We did a bunch of short videos too many sucked, so I canned them. Luckily, we had fun making them.

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Onto our 5-minute meditation.

Waning moon moves from Last Quarter towards Balsamic.

Meditation

The dark pushes.
The window is shutting.

It’s OK to leave old ways behind.
Don’t dwell, embrace what you have with gratitude.
Balance from Love.

Pinky’s Vision

Pinky

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Practical Life

I went through my postcard card collection this morning randomly putting addresses on them. It was fun to think about the places we’ve been. Out in the yard I found an old bird bath that came with the property and set it out for the locals. It’s joyous to watch a bird take a bath.

Pinky Series

Yesterday I dipped into my digital archives and found a series of Pinky Ramirez videos. This is the first in the series: Everyday I see my dream, AKA Sexy and I know it.

A shout out to Ruby who shot all the video for every Pinky shoot. Clearly driving her to be a schoolmarm. A nunnery was a close second, but we’re not Catholic.

Pinky was born in Port Townsend at a garage sale late last century. We were looking for costumes for a talent show and I found a splendiferous spandex onesie. I knew it had to be the base for a guy, thinking Richard Simmons, or a metrosexual from Queens. My brother in law convinced me the latter was the better gag. I remember how puzzled people were, as I stayed in character, always. Many avoided Pinky, he could be creepy.

That same year I wore Pinky to the Ching Fling and a few other events. I was fascinated by people’s responses, especially when I was around those who didn’t know me. At one event, someone said people were taking bets on whether I was a guy or not. At this time, I glued on hair from a wig for his mustache and chest. I remember all the pretty girls under 30 wanted nothing to do with Pinky.

While I enjoyed being a momentary voyeur, I put Pinky in the closet because the newness of the persona wore off.  It started feeling like normal behavior, and while yes there is this Pinky in me, it’s a tiny part, more of a cultural experiment, and for laughs.  

A few years later, I pulled him out again and got my friends in on the gag. We created RMLTD, Real Men Living the Dream. A spoof on LMFAO. Many laughs were had. Then, back in the closet he went.

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Onto our 5-minute meditation.

Waning moon moves from Last Quarter towards Balsamic

Preamble

We go into the heavy thick darkness that weighs us down, that suffers.
Sit with it, don’t criticize.
Allow it to exist, to be.
Through allowing we release its grip.
It won’t be controlled, or it will control us.
Ease comes from seeing all is not light. See its ugliness. Hear it howling.
It too wants Love. Unconditional Love.

Meditation

Listen, forgive, release, let go, Love.

Pinky

Wellbeing

The Sunshine Observer: SO… V54

Practical Life

Nature is in a fast-growing cycle right now; we are trying to keep up. We’re slowly gardening, planting seeds, weeding, mowing, watering. One might think our vegetable garden is huge given how I write about planting corn and what not, but its relatively small compared to many country gardens with just 6 beds. Our flower garden is larger.

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We zoomed with friends yesterday and spoke about how hard it is to read anything of substance at this time. Another friend who is part of a book reading group with me said she was happy to be brushing her teeth at this point. We’re reading “Anatomy of the Spirit”. One of the premises is the biography becomes biology, which brings us to the topic “Wellbeing”

The past few days I’ve felt like I have molasses in my veins. Not particularly inspired, not depressed, just slow. So, I went into my archives and brought out a formula for wellbeing I’ve shared many times. BTW- While in the archives I found a bunch of questionable videos I’ll reshare soon.

I often think about consciousness. Much of our happiness is tied to our perception of how things are. We tell ourselves the story of who we are, the role of culture and where we fit in. Changing our perceptions and paying attention to all that affects us can bring us closer to well-being.

Well-being = Beliefs + Genes + Environment + Life Stage + Chemistry

  • Beliefs– how we view ourselves and humanity, our contribution, and personal practices as well as our mental constructs. Our innate need to belong has us subscribe to belief systems that mold our thinking. Lest we forget, we make up culture and what we choose to be certain of.
  • Genes and DNA- the kit we are born with, our building blocks for physical and biological potential.
  • Environment– including the way we were raised, diet/supplements/chemicals, our homes, technology, education, exercise, clothing, work, culture, community…
  • Life stage– at different phases of our lives we want and are capable of different things. Sometimes we want to ride the dragons…be the dragons…slay all the dragons…watch dragons being slayed…or don’t give a shit about dragons.
  • Chemistry– everything we do relies on neurons communicating with one another in the brain by sending chemical or electrical messages. If there is a miscommunication, we may feel or be one putt away from the abyss. 

Your list may be different. The point is, to pay attention to all the things that contribute to wellbeing, the trick is finding the right balance. Ignoring any part can have us spiral toward the abyss.

Gratitude is the greatest gift of well-being. When I’m spontaneously Grateful, everything in my existence is joyous.

Onto our 5-minute meditation.

Waning moon decreasing in light is now Third Quarter

Meditation

Find the center between spirit, intellect, and emotion.
Align our will with Love.
Go in Grace.

Poem

Oh beautiful one
a wink
a smile
liberates
sees forgiveness

Wellbeing